I never wanted to moan about cyclists, in my younger day I cycled a lot, these were the pre Lycra days before Sir Bradley turned every middle age man with a pending crisis into wanna be Team sky members.
But my god do some of them really get my goat, we probably suffer more than most down here on the Surrey/Sussex border now known as Lycra heaven (or hell), they are out in their hundreds, honestly I do not exaggerate. Box Hill, once a rather splendid Morgan drive on an early morning has become a virtual no go area for cars, any cars as you have to stop, pull over, pass etc every few yards. They come barreling down the hill stopping for no one and of course if a car was to hit one of them guess who would be to blame. Then we have the road races, regularly around here on a Sunday through the summer with their signage and marshals and hundreds of riders causing havoc, they virtually take over the road and don't pay anything toward it. Not least the morning commute, trying to get over the Surrey Hills on a say Tuesday morning, trying to get to work, delayed endlessly because some 10 cars up a sole lycra clad moron is trying to ride up a 1 in 4 on a busy route at 7am in the morning....why can't he stay at home and play with his lego?
